Another in my collection of Old Songs, in which I record lo-fi versions of song written many years and, in some cases, decades ago.
I think my feelings about the sweet popular jazz of the 1920s and 30s was permanently warped by having seen an episode of the BBC production of Pennies from Heaven when I was a boy, and later watching both the film version and the BBC miniseries The Singing Detective, all scripted by author Dennis Potter. In Potter's scripts, which were bleak and troubling, characters would spontaneously burst into song, as though it were a musical, but, unlike a musical, they were simply lip sync to the original recordings of maudlin and sometimes insipid music from the 20s and 30s. As a result, the music of the era has always sounded sinister to me.
I tried to write this song with that quality in mind. It is meant to sound as though some dapper man in a bowtie and straw hat were broadcasting a dreamlike love song from Venus. This is why I have put so much echo on the recording. Well, that and to partially cover for the poor quality of the recording. But mostly the former.
"THIS DREAM OF LOVE" LYRICS:
I could drown in this dream of love
I lie down and there's no hope of rising
I could drown in this dream of love
Of you of you of you
Clouds roll by and I start a falling
Will I sigh as I plummet past your window
Clouds roll by and I start a falling
For you for you for you
Flames they rise and I feel a burning
With moans and sighs I toss and I'm turning
Flames they rise and I feel a burning
For you for you for you
posted by Liosliath at 9:55 PM on June 19, 2008